Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Blog Tour: Soul Twister (A Touched Girl #3) by Robyn Jones

Welcome to my stop on the Soul Twister (A Touched Girl #3) by Robyn Jones Blog Tour!

Soul Twister (A Touched Girl Novel #3) by Robyn Jones
Published: Expected Publication - 2014
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Goodreads Summary:

Months into recovering from the bloody events that took place in Soul Bender, Anna Pierce is ready to get back out there and fulfill her self-crafted destiny. Sadly, no one in her life feels the same way. The emergence of buried memories and out-of-the-blue powers send her straight into regular sessions with the school counselor. If only she could talk about her overly protective vampire boyfriend or the real threat posed by former friends turned enemies or her new guide who makes her former guide look like a bowl of sunshine. Anna has a lot going on, but at least she's too busy to think about her first Christmas at Ella's.


Since Anna Pierce is one heck of a quirky girl,
I thought I’d do a Robyn Jones 

Top 10 list of quirks.

10. I always drink milk or apple juice when I eat peanut butter sandwiches.

9. I write inspirational quotes on my hands.

8. I’m a list girl, but I don’t like big sheets of paper, so there’s usually a flurry of little torn pieces of paper around my work space (which is everywhere since I use a laptop).

7. I’m ambidextrous, but more dominant with my left. That’s not the quirky part. I fear when I’m a righty, I’m a little bit more...normal.

6. I aced Logic in college and I’m the most illogical person I know.

5. I absolutely love airplane turbulence. We’re talking squealing and possibly accidental clapping.

4. I’m a sleepwalker.

3. If you startle me you might get punched. Or at least you’ll get an up close view of my awesome secret ninja skills.

2. I have piss poor peripheral vision, so it’s easy to startle me.

1. I put stuff away in the most brilliant places and can never find them again. Recently, I lost my favorite hat for months only to find it at the bottom of my underwear drawer. My feisty mother asked me if that meant I hadn’t worn undies for the last few months.



“That was a real show, Anna.” Trent stood over me, looking smug, arrogant, haughty, all of those. He had the whole wavy brown hair, blue eyes, tall, fit, thing going on. He slid next to me and crossed his arms. I waited for the lean-in maneuver he did right before offering one of his trademark mean observations. “Do you often step in front of a flying punch to stop a fight?”

“Thought you’d be heartbroken if your pretty face was messed up.” I quickly learned that this boy hurt my feelings if I didn’t channel Betsy’s bad attitude. I almost patted myself on the back for a job well done.

“That was all for my benefit? It had nothing to do with looking for ways to get hurt?” Attitude, I had to find it somewhere. I stood and turned my back to him, hoping he couldn’t see how much he got to me, only to realize the powwow over my well-being was in full force. Their expressions took me back to my parents after I stopped talking at the tender age of five. Each furrowed brow said the same thing, “Anna needs professional help.” Not good. I would be institutionalized if all my Brad-memories returned. Everything seemed to teeter on my brain’s ability to keep locked away what everyone in this lunchroom wanted me to work through.

“There’s no need for your sad huddle. I’m good.” I felt my fingers drum the tops of my thighs and my calves tighten as I went up to my toes. I talked my heels down and my fingers to stop to prove I was the model of mental stability.


“I need to get to class. Or am I suspended, too? I did push Cody, but that was to protect the other one.” Still couldn’t say Jason’s name out loud. I turned to grab my stuff from the corner where I should have stayed put, when Mr. Howard walked over.

“If she doesn’t talk to someone, will she go silent again, or worse?” The words never left his lips. Maybe I needed to bury my head under some pillows and sleep it off. All eyes zeroed in on me, a silent plea in their matching stares.

“Someone convince the girl,” Ella said on a huff. “Staring at her won’t do the trick. Lord knows the world could be watching and she’d twirl.”

“I think what your grandmother is-”

“Mr. Howard, do not speak for me. Anna, you are going to counseling. You’re a mess . . .”
My mind finally did the right thing and tuned her out.

For a limited time, the First 2 Touched Girl novels are on sale for $.99 at Amazon!

Purchase Links:     Soul Walker |    Soul Bender

About Robyn Jones: 

I laugh when people fall down. It's a glitch in my programming, but even my mom has suffered this quirk. I have a BA in Studio Art from the University of Puget Sound. My boys make me laugh every day. I steal pens; I try real hard not to. I collect those free bookmarks at the checkout counter at libraries. I've had more stitches than anyone I know. I love stories; writing them, reading them, watching them. You can email me at robgirlbooks@gmail.com.

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Monday, 21 July 2014

Mini Book review: Whispers from the Past (Charmed #4) by Rosalind Noonan

Series: Charmed #4
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication Date: 2000
Genre: Paranormal, Fantasy
Source: Library
Audio or Book: Paperback
Length: 179 pages


Phoebe Halliwell is having a very bad day. A demon has pulled her back centuries into the past and she has no way of telling her sisters, Prue and Piper, what has happened to her.

Previous reviews:
The Power of Three #1
Kiss of Darkness #2
The Crimson Spell #3

My Review:

This was such a fun read - Whispers from the past is one of my favourite Charmed reads so far. The story is about all three sisters, but for me it was mostly about Phoebe. I could picture the adventure exactly like it would happen in the TV show. 

You get to see the darker side of Prue and Piper... Let me tell you they are bad-ass! Phoebe gets sucked into a time portal while chasing a demon and gets stuck in the 1600's... The time of the witch hunts! You can just imagine how things can go wrong on both ends as Phoebe tries to get home and her sisters start turning evil slowly but surely. 

Final Thoughts:

I can honestly say I am addicted to these quick reads! Too bad I am 10 years to late and am having trouble locating some of the books. 

My Rating:



Saturday, 19 July 2014

Book Blitz: Winter Angel by Mia Hoddell

Winter Angel

by Mia Hoddell
Genre: YA Romance
Release date: 25th June 2014
Length: Novella

She was on holiday. He was tricked into returning. 
Neither of them wanted to be there, but neither could avoid it.

Amy wants to be back under the sun in Portugal. However, when her suggestion is overruled in favour of a skiing holiday, even she can't turn it down. What she couldn't have predicted is that the holiday could make her break the one, and only, rule she has: not to get into a serious relationship again.

When Amy first sees Luke, she knows something is wrong. He's struggling to cope with everything and her need to help people makes him the perfect distraction from the cold. He hasn't been to the Alps in five years and he swore to never ski again. But as his defences are broken by Amy's persistence, the winter paradise begins to reawaken his desires.

However, with constant flashbacks triggering his anxiety, he's torn, battling conflicting emotions as he becomes increasingly captivated by Amy. She has a rule though. She didn't go on holiday to fall for someone and the last thing she needs is to ignore her own advice. Whether or not she can move past her insecurities will depend on whether Luke can face his biggest fear.

Winter Angel is a standalone, young adult romance novella, but is the second book in the Seasons of Change series.

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White. Gazing out of the small, circular window, it was the only colour he could see surrounding him. The bursts of light—which had broken through the heavy, grey clouds—were reflected back as the ground grew closer with each passing second. Not too long ago he had been blissfully unaware of the location his sister was dragging him to for a holiday. A bubble of excitement had surrounded him throughout the early morning as he got up, and stayed with him through travelling to the airport and catching the flight. However, it had burst as soon as the icy tips of the mountains appeared and the plane began its descent. Until that moment, he had hoped his guesses had been wrong.
His sister had carefully planned the trip, making sure to hide all clues as to where they were heading, and as she glanced across at him, it seemed as if she had been successful. Luke’s knuckles were white on the arm rests. He had claimed both of them, gripping them so hard they looked like they would snap under the force, or at least be moulded to the shape of his hands when he removed them. 
Ellie watched as he took in a shaky breath, but she heard no exhale.
The silence that filled the space around them was icier than the Alps they had just flown over. Her brother’s gaze remained fixed on the window, watching as the ground, and his fate, drew ever closer. Deep, ragged breaths steamed up the window, which was almost touching his nose. Desperately, he tried to control the tremors shaking his body, and his pounding heart, from the fear that washed over him in waves.
“Luke, please, say something.” Worry had crept into Ellie’s tone. She had thought her idea would do him good, that forcing him to face everything would turn him back into his old self. Ellie missed the brother she had grown up with and wanted him back. However, seeing his eyes wide with fear, his jaw clenched in anger, and his arms tense with both, suddenly she wasn’t so sure about her plan.

“You promised, Ellie. You swore you wouldn’t pressure me, and I trusted you with that. You know how I feel about this.” His voice was sharp and curt as he spoke through clenched teeth, trying to keep a hold on his emotions. 
The urge to flee surged within him. He wanted to go home, to get off the plane and board the next flight straight back to England, but he couldn’t. Not only was the plane still minutes from landing—trapping him in the confines of economy class, which felt even smaller as realisation forced him to understand Ellie’s plans—but he also refused to waste more money on the pointless trip Ellie had conned him into taking. If he was going to use the money he had earned from before everything changed, it would be on his own terms.
“You’ll enjoy it when you’re there,” Ellie stated, brushing off his comments like they meant nothing to her.
“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to live with, or through, what I have.” Luke was trying hard to control his voice. Had they been in private, he would have already been shouting. The cramped environment meant that Ellie was getting off lightly, but he swore that when they reached their chalet, he would not hold back. She had no right to interfere with his life.
“Never tell me I didn’t live through it, Luke. I was there when it happened, in the hospital, and when you got home. I was there through it all. It may not have been me, but it wasn’t like it had no effect on my life,” Ellie hissed. It was the only way she could convey her anger without disturbing other passengers.
“Why though, Ellie? Why is this such a big deal to you?” Luke’s eyes were full of sorrow as he turned to face his sister for the first time, begging to understand her reasoning for putting him through something she knew would hurt him.

About the Author

Mia Hoddell lives in the UK with her family and two cats. She spends most of her time writing or reading, loves anything paranormal and has an overactive imagination that keeps her up until the early hours of the morning.

With three poems published before the age of sixteen, Mia moved on to short stories but finding she had too much to tell with too little space, Mia progressed to novels. She started her first series (The Wanderer Trilogy) at the age of fourteen and since then hasn’t stopped writing. Elemental Killers is her second series and with an ever growing list of ideas, Mia is trying to keep up with the speed at which her imagination generates them.

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Friday, 18 July 2014

Tour Stop: Book Review, Excerpt & Giveaway ~ Stormling by John Hennessy

Series: The Mordana Chronicles #1
Publication Date: 01 June 2014
Genre: Fantasy
Source: Dark World Books (In exchange for an honest Review)
Audio or Book: ebook
Length: 470 pages

In an age when Stormlings have only known peacetime, one man’s desperate action threatens not only the stability of the mystical world of Mordana, but Earth as well.
Teenager Ophelia Drewe discovers a jewel that has been lost from its homeworld, and whilst she thinks she can keep it, demonic forces believe otherwise.
She’s not alone, but who can she trust? The head Stormling, Anadyr, hasn’t been to the Earth in 500 years, but go there he must – if the jewel is not returned, it will destroy both Ophelia’s world and his own…

Guest Review by Joan Moulang

Characters & Storyline: 3/5
Anadyr is the Storm Lord of the Stormlings. He wears the twin necklace of great power given to him by Aynara. In this, the first book of a series of 4, he does not yet stand out as the great hero he will surely become through the series. The fate of Mordana, as well as Earth, is in his hands.

Aynara Galwenn is the half breed ruler of the Realm of Mordana, born from a Stormling father and an Andurii mother, and is the protector of the Andurii. She owns one of the twin necklaces of great power, but through an attack by the dark Mage, Andus Rey, one of the jewels is lost – this jewel also contains the soul of one of the four Stormlings who have moved to the dark side – she is unable to wear the necklace and use its power while the jewel is missing. 

Corianna is a great sorceress, a mix of dwarf and elf and runs the Faerie Wings Pub in Rowse Briar. She plays a small part in this book, but hopefully will play a greater part in the books to come.

Jaden and Jazdyr are both in training to succeed Anadyr. Their part in the saving of Mordana and Earth is very insignificant in this first book – we will obviously see much more of them in the sequels!

Ophelia Drewe is the human that finds the lost jewel on earth. She is thrown into the war between the forces of Good and Dark, and has to make some difficult decisions.

Andus Rey rules Caldreah Monus, part of AnaanGhorst – he is the Dark Mage who is intent on ruling all of AnaanGhorst and Mordana. For the moment he waits on the sidelines and directs his Shadow Wraiths and the three remaining of “The Four” to search for and seize the lost jewel, and to release the Fourth, trapped in the jewel in Aynara’s necklace.

“The Four” are Stormlings that were cast out of the Realm by Anadyr and Aynara for killing a Stormling child. They join the dark forces of Andus Rey. The prophesy of the Supreme God, Belalzel, foretells that “The Four” will bring disharmony and ruin to Mordana – Anadyr, Aynara and Corianna have to join forces and do their utmost to prevent Andus Rey from finding the lost jewel and releasing “The One”!

Plot, Pace, Writing style: 3/5  

Truthfully, I was a little disappointed with this first book of the series, after reading the exciting write-up. I did not find that the story set the pages alight. However, I hasten to say that I believe that the plot is good and that the story will unfold and become much more exciting in the sequels. Obviously this first book has been written to set the stage for what is to come, which is why I found it a bit bland. There are many characters, and it took time for me to understand the significance of each one – as I say, I believe that these characters will grow in the sequels. 

I felt there were a lot of characters and I have not mentioned all of them, which I do believe will take major roles in the rest of the series. Such as Kayla and Kirrnost. 

I found that the story does not flow well – it jumps around in time, very unexpectedly, which is a bit disconcerting. The vernacular has to move between that of teenagers on earth and the more gracious and old-fashioned language of Mordana, and I found that sometimes this became mixed up. There is also a chapter where a couple of the characters are completely mixed up – these errors, the spelling mistakes and the changes in tense that crept in here and there should have been picked up by the proof-reader. 

Final Thoughts: 
Hopefully, now that the groundwork has been laid, the sequels will ignite the magic and provide the excitement and the good read that the write-up promises. Lovers of fantasy, and especially The Lord of the Rings, will enjoy this series. I will definitely read the next book in the series – I would love to see the magic happen!

My Rating:


“Father, we can go, can’t we? Please? Don’t you want to see who will win today?”
Aldyr Veroynne knelt down in front of his son, and placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders, squeezing them gently with firm hands.
“Anadyr, please, give it a rest. That would be six days in a row. We know who is going to win, anyway. You don’t need to come along. Just know that the winner is always someone from Mill’An Draythe.”
“Still, the Easterners come,” said Anadyr. “I must go to see how they fight, so that when I have the glory to represent my land, I know how to win.”
Anadyr had been just ten years of age when he became involved in his first fight, against another young Stormling, as it happened. At first, it seemed like the bigger and older Stormling would win, and had far too much strength for Anadyr.
During the fray, Anadyr connected with few blows, but could not knock his bigger opponent down. Then, with a swift kick to his mid-section, Anadyr’s strength left him, and he rolled into a ball on the ground, one hand clutching his stomach, the other, keeping his hair from covering his eyes.
The sun was blocked out by the shadow of the Stormling standing over him, who must was five years his senior.
“Loser?” he inquired.
You wish,” replied Anadyr, who sat up, and clapped his hands three times together before placing them on the ground, one hand either side of him.
“I don’t need applause from a loser,” said the bigger Stormling.
“That wasn’t applause,” replied the young Anadyr.
Suddenly, the ground started to shake all around them, the bigger Stormling’s smug look of apparent victory was erased by the tremors on the ground, and the almost instantaneous appearance of black clouds that filled the sky.
A few moments later, the clouds burst and soaked only the bigger Stormling and his crew of friends, whilst Anadyr stood laughing at them. The group started to run, but the rain lashed them in every way, from both sides, from above, and even as they ran into the ground which became ever more sodden, until they fell face forward.
“Why isn’t it raining on you?” the biggest one screamed. “You’re in league with the Lord of Monus! Say it isn’t so, for Stormlings don’t lie.”
Anadyr smiled and leaned over his sodden nemesis, who he was merely toying with.
“That’s right, Stormlings don’t lie, and I am not in league with anyone. So! Are you a loser?”
The bigger Stormling seethed. “So it would seem. Just make the damned rain stop. Who are you, boy?”
Anadyr clicked his fingers and rested his fists on the top of his hips.
“I am Anadyr Veroynne, and I command the Storms. The wind, the rain, the clouds all answer to me, and as for you….I will have your allegiance.”
The other Stormlings mumbled, saying they would not answer to some preppy brat, but the one who had hit Anadyr, stood up and bowed to him.
“I am good with a sword, but my true prowess lies with the double daggers. My skill is such that I could skim the sweat off a faerie’s wings. If you ever need my help, you shall have it, although…one who can bend the Storms to his will, surely has no need for an edged weapon.”
“Not so,” said Anadyr. “In fact, I practise with a longsword twelve hours a day. What is your name?”
“Kirnosst. Though my sword wielding days are at an end. I’m being sent to Firetop to learn, watch and ultimately take over from Aynara. Unlike us, she’s not an immortal, but I suppose your father told you that already.”
Anadyr nodded emphatically to show he knew about Aynara’s supposed mortality, but no-one knew when her time would end. There were none like her on Mordana.
Aldyr Veryonne was none-too-impressed with his son’s handling of things. “You wanted him to knock you down, so that you could show off, isn’t that so? The truth now, Anadyr.”
“I just wanted to show I wasn’t afraid of them. If I can instil fear into the heart of my enemies, maybe I can bend them to my way of thinking, as easily as I do the storms.”
“You are just a boy, Anadyr. You are too young to have enemies.”
“Didn’t you say that those East of the Wisty River are our enemies?”
“Well, yes, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
“It’s got everything to do with it,” said Anadyr. “That’s why I want to go see the fight today. The Lord of Monus sends a Tryer from the Mordis Mountains, or from the heart of Caldreah itself.”
“Yes, Anadyr, but the point is-”
“The point is, Father, that today’s Tryer is from AnnanGhorst, and that makes things very interesting. I have never seen a ShadowWraith, much less seen you fight one. Tell me you’ll take me, please!”
Aldyr sighed. Putting combatants from the East out of their misery is something he loved to do, but a ShadowWraith of AnnanGhorst was different. Even the weakest of their kind were not to be taken lightly. Even if the Wraith lost, it would be most likely sent to the Island of Dead Skin, where Andus Rey, ruler of Caldreah Monus and a Stormling himself, ran his own sick tournament, where combatants often had to fight to the death.
Having a Wraith enter the fray was no battle at all. Under Rey’s watch, they would win, and win easily. Aldyr let out another sigh. He was considering throwing the match, even though this was illegal.
“Alright Anadyr, I’ll take you. But whatever happens, you come straight back home. That’s an order.”
“I will, Father. I will,” said Anadyr, who could not believe there would be any other outcome but a clear and decisive victory for his father, who was a skilled swordsman and had been known to dabble in magic.
ShadowWraiths were difficult adversaries for all sorts of reasons. Although they were scary to look at, it was more a case of what you couldn’t see, rather than what you could.
There were all sorts of rumours about them, which, outside of AnnanGhorst, became the very fabric of legend.
Some would say that there actually were no ShadowWraiths, but that it was Rey himself, who would come to test himself against the foes of Monus.
Others believed the Wraiths did have a face, but it was one so terrible to view, that one would die of fright from resting innocent eyes on their hateful faces.
Still others believed that the ShadowWraiths could not be killed, and one had to have a death wish if standing against them. But everyone who knew Aldyr Veroynne believed that he must know how to defeat a ShadowWraith.
As expected, there was a great throng of people in the town centre. They gathered round the platform, which stood some twenty feet from the ground. The ShadowWraith was already on the platform as Aldyr and Anadyr arrived.
As they walked, Aldyr beamed smiles and waved to everyone. They had come to see him triumph, which would be his thirty-eigth win in a row. The ShadowWraiths had triumphed every time to date, but the locals felt it was time one of their own succeeded.
The Wraith extended a bony finger towards Aldyr, and beckoned him to stand on the platform with him.
“Remember Anadyr,” whispered his father, “whatever happens, you will return home. Understood?”
“Yes Father, of course,” said Anadyr, who was surprised his father was making so much of this battle. Winning fights is what Aldyr Veroynne was all about. ‘He’s just more fodder from AnnanGhorst, who will slink back to that hellhole when my father’s through with him,’ thought Anadyr.
Whilst Anadyr watched the two men line up, a third man, the one who usually judged the battles, pulled himself up onto the platform, and from underneath his robes he produced a rather large wooden box. An omnious gasp came out from the crowd. “What? What is it?” said the young Stormling. Anadyr craned his neck to see what the commotion was.
The judge extended his arms to the crowd. “Today’s battle is a red match. In this box are two weapons from the challenger’s province of AnnanGhorst. The fighter who represents us has agreed to the terms, and will use the weapon provided to him.”
Anadyr nudged the man next to him. “What is it? What is a red match?”
The man solemnly shook his head. “It means that this is not for children’s eyes. They will fight to the death.”
John Hennessy
John Hennessy

John Hennessy
John Hennessy is a young adult / new adult novelist whose works to date have been Dark Winter (published 2013), a paranormal horror thriller, and Stormling, an epic swords and magic (and cookies) fantasy. The first short story he ever wrote brought together Fagan, Lizzie Bennet, Sherlock Holmes and Dracula, which despite impressing his long suffering English teacher, thankfully remains unpublished. For recreation he will visit paranormal hotspots, but prefers to write about ghosts rather than meet them. He also believes almost any problem can be overcome so long as there is an inexhaustible supply of tea and biscuits. He has also written the non-fiction title The Essence of Martial Arts (published 2011), and released The Essence of Martial Arts: Special Edition, in 2014.
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